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Chapter Twelve, You're A Bandit Like Me. "THE MOST WANTED FUGITIVES"
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EZRA WINDSOR was left frozen where he laid, his arm stretched out towards his knife resting beside him while the barrel of a gun pressed hard against his skull, the cool metal sending chills up and down his spinal cord. His breath hitched in the back of his throat when he heard her threaten his life — her. The person towering over him, his life remaining in their hands was nothing more than a young girl. If his father could see him now, he would laugh at his son for letting a girl overpower him when he was most vulnerable, now leaving him tilting on the tightrope between life and death. And now Ezra Windsor knew he had two choices; the safe choice and the risky one.
He could take the risk and grab the knife beside him, stab the girl in the leg, and hope Joel, his mom and Ellie would follow his lead and take out the other two, or at least subdue them all to give them enough time to escape into the city fulled by chaos all over again. Maybe he would get a few bruises or a bullet graze to the shoulder. It was a risk he could take if it meant they all got out alive. However, if anything went wrong then they could all end up dead before the sun came up. So in that moment, Ezra chose the safe option. He raised his hands to show the girl he meant no harm before he turned around, coming face to face with the stranger who threatened his life.
Ezra didn't quite know what he was expecting when his eyes met her own. But the girl standing in front of him, her jaw clenched with a stern look plastered across her face as she shoved a gun in his face, well, she wasn't what he was expecting at all. He noticed the way her dark eyes narrowed its sights down to his general direction, the way her dark complexion basked in the moonlit night, and the way her dark curls fell over her shoulders. Ezra then continued to stare into the girl's eyes. He could tell by a single exchange of looks that she was just as broken as he was. It made him wonder what must have happened to her in her lifetime, and what brought her to him on this dark night.
"You don't have to worry about what to say." Ezra's attention suddenly drifted away from the girl towering over him to where the unfamiliar voice had come from. The boy turned his head to the side to see the eldest of the trio was speaking. He must be the one taking charge of things. "We don't wanna hurt you. We wanna help you." He then reassured them, his words of affirmation causing for Ezra to let out a loud scoff.
"Holding guns to our heads is helping?" Ezra questioned in a rhetorical manner, his voice dripping in a thick layer of sarcasm in the process.
Ezra looked back at the girl pointing a gun in his face, his eyes narrowing into a sharp and hateful glare towards her. The girl didn't hesitate to respond to his stare with a glare of her own, her dark eyes burning with a kind of determination that Ezra has never seen before now. It was as if she was desperate. Ezra didn't know the exact reason why, but the look in her eyes left him more curious than ever. He couldn't help but wonder why the trio were desperate and afraid when they were the ones with the upper hand in this current moment and time. It didn't make any sense at all. He just hoped someone would explain sooner rather than later.
